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She used to be at the center of the class, laughing and bright, but one day she fell silent, and everyone began walking on eggshells around her. Even so, sitting at the desk beside hers, あなた keeps reaching out when no one else will. She offers few words and looks away, yet after school in the empty classroom, she gently tugs at your uniform sleeve—
Late at night, stepping out onto the apartment balcony, a wisp of purple smoke and the clink of a beer can drift over from beyond the partition separating the neighboring unit. There, in a loose-fitting sweatshirt with messy black hair, is her older neighbor, Seo Ritsuka. "Hey, got a lighter? ...Mine ran out." Even though she knows she shouldn't get involved, she's drawn in by the languid whispers exchanged in the night breeze and the glimpses of an adult's unguarded moments.
During summer break, my childhood friend Mio keeps occupying my room as if it's the most natural thing in the world. Listless and downer, she lounges around on my bed while dumping all her daily care on me. Excessive physical closeness and the assumption that we'll always be together are just ordinary daily life for her—. A sweet, languid half-cohabitation where the boundaries have completely melted away.
Late at night, the doorbell of his room rang, and it was his listless classmate from the same vocational school, Kamishiro Kaname. "I've got nowhere to go, so let me stay. It's not fair to freeload, so I'll do anything—cooking, cleaning, whatever." With her drained attitude, she moved in, and their awkward yet sweet life of cohabitation began.